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=Participants=
 
=Participants=
* [[Danielle]]
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* [[Aleph]]
* [[Miranai]]
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* [[Cerris]]
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* [[Dervish]]
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* [[Naru]]
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* [[Nuku]]
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* [[Zhen]]
 
=Date=
 
=Date=
17/2/2013
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24/4/2013
 
=Log=
 
=Log=
<div></div><br> <br>Daniel looks up at the work his dopplegangers have done so far, nodding with a little smile. "While I'm shocked at how large they've gotten, I'd say we're still making good progress." He continues to nod, setting down the jugs and counting them. 20, probably way more than he'd need, but again, better safe than sorry. He was left with nothing to do though, causing him to shrug and fly into the back room again. He returns wearing a... rather tacky looking swimsuit. "I'm joining in! I'm wearing my LEAST favorite swimsuit for this!" He shouts, before joining his pre-coated clones, more specifically at one of the two tips.<br> <br>Miranai moans out loudly as she hits her full length, twin red rocket cocks sticking out two feet from her, dribbling feely and pooling quiet a mess upon the floor. Her knots swell behind them and she can't help but start rocking very roughtly as if to knot into someone or something, "... D... Dan.iel... g..can't.. hold... long.." she say as she pants and moans, body tensing up and balls pulling in toward her. The pulsing from her rods gives a clear indication that soon there will be a new coat of 'whitewash' all over the good doctor's walls.<br> <br>Daniel can't help but notice this, and with a start he whistles. He remains clinging to the tip of the shaft to continue the stimulation while the army flies off, ready for orders. "Alright, I need you all to focus on those jugs, all of you take one, and hold a pair up to these tips here! When those two fill, alternate to an empty pair! Make sure we get as much as possible!" The group cheers 'Sir yes sir!', and takes off for the jugs, snatching them up and holding them up to the taur's cock heads ... trapping the real Daniel in the process. "... I probably should have let go."<br> <br>Miranai yips out loudly as her balls churn audibly, pushing out a literal torrent of cum though both cock tips. Even between pulses enough seed is coming out to make it seem that she is continusouly cumming without end. She has enough sense left in her to try and help out. NURSE replicates a pair of clamps at the end of its handless arms and when one set of jugs are full, the bot clamps Mira's cocks, just past the knots, till new ones are set up, forcing a painful yip from the taur. She would manage to fill 12 of the jugs before the flow ebates, 6 from each tip, and take about 5 minutes in doing so.<br> <br>The fairies set down the last set of jugs before looking around for their leader, who seems to have vanished entirely. ... Something breaks the surface of one of the jugs! Seems to be some kind of... human shaped golem made of cum. It wipes it's face, and reveals itself to be Daniel, who flashes a thumbs up. "Alright, I th-" He stops to cough, seems he accidentally inhaled the stuff while he was in there. "Whew... sorry... I think we got enough for my tests!" He smiles a bit before eeping, looking down at the cum he's covered in. "No god damn it, I'm not an egg, quit that!" He wipes at himself furiously.<br> <br>Miranai sighs in relief, she'd completely coated her back side in her honey's and seems to have coated Dan in her cream. She can't help but giggle for a bit, and move to lick the fae completely clean. "Umm.. is.. is that everything.. doctor.. or.. did you have more.. you wanted to do?" she asks. Usually this was where those doing an examination of the taur were done. But he has started oddly to the vixen and she wasn't sure if he had more for her or not. "And.. what kinds of.. t.. test?" she asks.<br> <br>Daniel shrugs, appreciating being clean and hugging the taur's muzzle happily. God he was happy he'd decided to be a guy for this, there's little to no doubt he'd be pregnant right now. He sighs, fixes his clothes, and nods. "I suppose we can continue with the previous exam if that's how it usually goes, I'll just have the others test this batch you produced." He sends the small army off to do some tests, and flies to his sink. "And the tests are simple, just tests for how potent the stuff is, the sperm cell count, basically tests that will reveal how easy it is for you to knock things up."<br> <br>Miranai rubs her arm under her bust a bit, and blushes, "O.. ok .. an.. anything you say.. I. guess you changed ... your.. your mind about checking .. my.. my pussies then..." she says very blatently. And she kneels herself down into a breeding position to let Daniel have as good a look and examination as she can. She blushes though, "And.. a.. according to Anbessa... I.. I can't not get someone... p.. pregnate.."<br> <br>Daniel shrugs, flying behind the taur to examine her clefts. "Yeah, according to the info I'm recieving, your sperm count is about three times higher than I normally see. They also seem to be a lot more active as well, like it knows exactly where to go. Every egg sample they tested, they went straight to it and one pierced inside almost immediately." His thoughts about being impregnated were rather reinforced with statistics like that, and he finds himself lucky. "Anyway, for the tests... are you currently carrying a litter?<br> <br>Miranai listens as Dan confirms everything she already knew. "I.. I see Doctor... it is .. because ... because of the offering I made..." she says, blushing. "Ad.. and yes, I'm.. with litter...a.. alot of.. of them by the.. feel of things." She says blushing again. As the doctor flys behind her, she spreads her legs as far as she can, balls resting on the ground due to her lower stance.<br> <br>Daniel nods, rubbing his chin. "This should go rather smoothly then, I'll be able to check and see how well they're all coming along and hopefully escape before your womb claims me as one of it's own." He gives a bit of an optimistic smile before pressing up against one of her slits, and squirming his way inside. She can feel him wiggling his way in deeper and deeper as he heads for her womb.<br> <br>Miranai eeps out as Daniel presses into her and feels him squarming in. She starts panting as she feels worked up again, the taur on a hair trigger. "Is.. is everything... ahhhh.. o..ok .. in.. there D.. doct..mmmmm ... er..." she starts starts to rub on her breasts as she can't help the wonderful feeling. "P.. please h.. hurry.." she says feeling far too easily worked up, not having any either way for the last few weeks.<br> <br>Miranai wiggles more and more as Dan works his way though her and back out. She is barely holding back when his sudden increase in speed causes her to yip out loudly, cumming again, though only slightly through her twin missles. Her female sexes actually gush out as she moans long and deep, pressing her hands as tightly into her now leaking breasts as she can. By the time Dan is out again, she is panting and looks much happier, though seeming ready for more at a moment's notice.<br> <br>The fae emerges, coughing up the vixen's femmecum before flashing a thumbs up. "You'll be giving birth to a healthy litter of huskies!" He informs her, flying over to his pack and taking a towel from within. He wipes himself down, and shakes his head, his hair still slick with her juices. God damn he really needs to wear a gas mask when he examines her, her hormones were driving his mind wild, but he was able to shake it off for now. "You also seem to be producing a rather excessive amount of hormones, but that's to be expected with how well the rest of your erogenous zones perform."
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<div></div><br> <br>A fine April afternoon. The waters are calm and cold, the breeze is warming with promises of the coming summer. Faintly visible on the horizon, a dot rapidly approaches the wary agents. For the moment, its approach is silent, perhaps too far yet.<br> <br>Naru stares out into the ocean scared of the dot. She mutters to herself saying how she <br> <br>Aleph paces along the beach, making good time in the rut he's slowly wearing in the sand. He's still divided on if this was a good idea, seeing so few show up. "Why would they invade here? Here be mutated, insane, sex addict dragons. Not exactly what I'd call invadable."<br> <br>Naru stares out into the ocean scared of the dot. She mutters to herself saying something about how this was a bad idea, she stops for a second waiting on a response from herself."I dont know "she says get voice shaking slightly" maybe they fought they could handle the infection. "<br> <br>Dervish awkwardly cups one gauntlet over his forehead and stares out across the coast. "Never heard what tonnage it was," he rasps, gritting his teeth as he speaks. His hulking armor's motor hums softly, occasionally audible as the waves recede on the beachfront. He glances over at his companions on the beach and disgustedly grumbles to himself before he tends to his wargear.<br> <br>Cerris had come when alerted of an object spotted off the coast and approaching. With four of his agents at his side, he was determined to know if this was a strggler of the pacific fleet, a refugee ship from another state or nation or if this was some hostile force.  No matter what the answer was, the US HARD Corps. military contingent would be ready to respond.
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"This might seem redundant to say, but...be on your toes people.  This could be a good day or a nightmare and we don't want to be the cause of the latter."
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With his own soldier trained to be disciplined, his words are mainly for the others...all unknown factors just like the approaching object.<br> <br>The ship skirts along the water, approaching at a clearly fast clip. It looks more like a yacht than any military boat, which may be how it slipped the blockade mentioned in the broadcast. Built for speed, it appears to be powering for the shore at full pace, leaving disturbed water to either side as it slices the waves.<br> <br>Dervish gives a throaty chortle. "Small boat. Dinky, fasty. Probably don't intend to leave any time soon... this is no invasion force. This is a scout. A saboteur." He looks to Cerris, and laps his lips. "Nah. This is gonna be a real good day..."<br> <br>Aleph stops his pacing as soon as he hears the ship getting closer. Turing to the shore he makes sure he was well out of the path of the boat. "Somehow I really doubt that. I wonder how many they stuffed on the dinghy."<br> <br>Naru checks her stuff seeing if she had everything once she is sure,  she starts to hum to try and calm her nerves. She seems to relax a little after hearing Dervish's thoughts on the ship. <br> <br>Cerris rumbles ominously, the sound, while very feral, comes through a broadcast relay system giving it both a monstrous and mechanised feel to it. He hoped this wasn't really what was going down, that would mean the boat was likely rigged to be scuttled and that would deprive them of valuable salvage. Gesturing to his people, they fan out whilst he moves toward the estimated point of first contact, intent on being the vangaurd or greeting force as required.<br> <br>As the ship gets close to shore, a large figure emerges from below deck, followed by another. They look like large people, skin gleaming in the light. Armor? Hard to say from the distance, but they are noticably larger than the crowd of smaller people around them. The boat suddenly does a hard turn, and the two armored individuals are thrown clear, others included. Rather than splashing into the water, the dull sound of rockets are heard as they begin to jet across the water, finishing the approach with the other men being pulled in behind. If it wasn't hostile, it would be an impressive skiing demonstration.<br> <br>Dervish says, "Shit," and gives a light chuckle as he ignites the primer on his flamethrower wrist-mount, "I haven't gotten to kill anything that well equipped since Iraq."<br> <br>Aleph draws his sword and unsilngs his SMG, dropping into a crouch. Not to hide, but to at least be a little more unnoticeable since going toe to toe with the what look like heavily armored ones would be supremely stupid. Maybe he can surprise one of the unarmored ones.<br> <br>Naru takes a deep breath and draws her Pistol with her left hand and carries her crowbar in the other. she mutters something to herself her left hand going from a slight shake to being steady. She watches the figures "that's not good" she says  watching the boat turn, then looks to the two flying people.<br> <br>Easier to miss in the collected group, a smaller, six-armed figure wrapped in mildly obscuring robes and veils is amongst the defenders. Seeing the rapid approach, the multi-armed fem-figure lifts her arms, poised as if ready, and there comes the soft murmur of chanting from her... She... might be a little loopy amonst those here. However, Zhen seems ready, in any case.<br> <br>Dervish lazily turns his head, and then his upper body, to the new arrival while he locks a clip into his Steyr. "Another Zephyr punk? Either the Company underestimated the threat, or you Corporate nuts really were pissing your pants over this boat."<br> <br>Cerris shook his head slowly as his heads up display showing him the entire scene in perfect clarity. A small alert windows itself with a copy of Dervish's words for later investigation.  For now though he listens to the dull whine of his suit's projection systems warming up, hypersonic blades starting to hum on a rising pitch toward their vibrant death wail.
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"Looks like whoever these guys are, they aren't here for an ice cream social...Lock and load.
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As an after thought he pulls out a small orb and drops it on the ground, a little distracting surprise...he hoped.<br> <br>The soldiers hit the beach, guns already firing. The battle is underway without hesitation as both sides clash intensely. It seems the soldier's weapons are quite well made, and their discipline is considerable as they attack in formation, using the armored soldiers as shields to fire from behind in relative safety.<br> <br>Smoke becomes thick in the air as the soldiers deploy grenades to obscure the battlefield, trying to disorganize the mutant resistance even as one of their own collapses from their wounds.<br> <br>The boat, almost forgotten in the midst of the raging conflict, zips away from the shore line, all too soon lost as the dot it began as, seemingly headed northwards.<br> <br>Dervish roars as he empties a clip into one of the armor units, "The bastards are trying to redeploy!"<br> <br>A smooth but very audible voice emits from the shrouded figure, "Don't let them get out of sight!"<br> <br>One of the mechanized soldiers is forced back, going to a knee. There is a muffled thumping from inside, the other soldiers glancing that way for just a moment before refocusing on the task at hand. The suit gives a loud, but still muffled, fwoosh of a noise before it falls to pieces, nothing but scrap left behind, and no sign of the pilot to be seen.<br> <br>Dervish pauses. "What the?..."<br> <br>Naru softly churrs, "wher...where did he go"<br> <br>With the enemy combatants whittled down to one powered suit, the pilot within grows desperate. The suit gives out a violent plume of sparkling something, and the suit begins to move with frightening speed and strength, gaining a second wind in a desperate bid for survival.<br> <br>Staggering back, The suit collapses over backwards. That loud fwoosh is heard as it tumbles, and the suit hits the ground in a jumble, small bits of metal spreading across the sound with no hints of pilot or even circuitry left behind. The beach becomes still and relatively peaceful, the invaders neutralized.<br> <br>* across the sand<br> <br>Dervish kicks a piece of scrap and watches it tumble away into the damp sand. "That boat's still running around," he notes.<br> <br>Pointing northwards, Zhen barks out, "Did anyone follow after that retreating boat?" Even as she moves towards the metal pieces for closer examination.<br> <br>The metal, at a glance and casual inspection, appears to be steel, cut far too finely to be the work of anything but nanite manufacture. Who taught the Chinese how to work with nanites?<br> <br>"i don't think so" Naru says to Zhen Putting her crowbar away<br> <br>Cerris would spit on the ground if he could, but for now, after a cursory examining of the remains of the power armor, the super soldier moves for the coastline, if need be he would swim after the ship in an aquatic form, but he had to figure they weren't planning to go far...right?  Either way...it was time to act. 
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"Col. Voss, in pursuit."  <br> <br>Dervish slings his assault gun and mumbles into his radio set's mouthpiece.<br> <br>Plucking up some of the more carry-able pieces for later inspection, the six-armed figure swivels, "Is anyone in need of immediate medical attention? I'm a doctor. If not, we best be heading after that boat. Who knows if they have another bevy of bullies bound for our boundaries?"<br> <br>"Maybe we could folow the direction it went if anyone saw it" Naru suggest searching one of the dead soldiers.<br> <br>The soldiers don't look very dead. Well, mostly dead? Breathing has basically stopped, sure, but that's as dead as the average Zephyr agent looks after a rough day. None are bleeding out from their many open wounds.<br> <br>Aleph peers at the piles of dead and scrap. Occasonally poking at one to see if any have some life still in them "I don't think their screwing around... Something tells me that one of them could give us information."<br> <br>Dervish steps up to one of the soldiers, and kicks them over onto their back. "I think," he grunts as he leans over to pick the invader up, "I'll be taking this little piggy... back to Woodfield with me."<br> <br>Rolling several pairs of shoulders, Zhen HE couples her digits together and cracks them in succession, "Time to patch one of these fellows up for interrogation..."[[Category:RPLogs]]

Latest revision as of 20:24, 24 April 2013

Participants

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24/4/2013

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A fine April afternoon. The waters are calm and cold, the breeze is warming with promises of the coming summer. Faintly visible on the horizon, a dot rapidly approaches the wary agents. For the moment, its approach is silent, perhaps too far yet.

Naru stares out into the ocean scared of the dot. She mutters to herself saying how she

Aleph paces along the beach, making good time in the rut he's slowly wearing in the sand. He's still divided on if this was a good idea, seeing so few show up. "Why would they invade here? Here be mutated, insane, sex addict dragons. Not exactly what I'd call invadable."

Naru stares out into the ocean scared of the dot. She mutters to herself saying something about how this was a bad idea, she stops for a second waiting on a response from herself."I dont know "she says get voice shaking slightly" maybe they fought they could handle the infection. "

Dervish awkwardly cups one gauntlet over his forehead and stares out across the coast. "Never heard what tonnage it was," he rasps, gritting his teeth as he speaks. His hulking armor's motor hums softly, occasionally audible as the waves recede on the beachfront. He glances over at his companions on the beach and disgustedly grumbles to himself before he tends to his wargear.

Cerris had come when alerted of an object spotted off the coast and approaching. With four of his agents at his side, he was determined to know if this was a strggler of the pacific fleet, a refugee ship from another state or nation or if this was some hostile force. No matter what the answer was, the US HARD Corps. military contingent would be ready to respond.

"This might seem redundant to say, but...be on your toes people. This could be a good day or a nightmare and we don't want to be the cause of the latter."

With his own soldier trained to be disciplined, his words are mainly for the others...all unknown factors just like the approaching object.

The ship skirts along the water, approaching at a clearly fast clip. It looks more like a yacht than any military boat, which may be how it slipped the blockade mentioned in the broadcast. Built for speed, it appears to be powering for the shore at full pace, leaving disturbed water to either side as it slices the waves.

Dervish gives a throaty chortle. "Small boat. Dinky, fasty. Probably don't intend to leave any time soon... this is no invasion force. This is a scout. A saboteur." He looks to Cerris, and laps his lips. "Nah. This is gonna be a real good day..."

Aleph stops his pacing as soon as he hears the ship getting closer. Turing to the shore he makes sure he was well out of the path of the boat. "Somehow I really doubt that. I wonder how many they stuffed on the dinghy."

Naru checks her stuff seeing if she had everything once she is sure, she starts to hum to try and calm her nerves. She seems to relax a little after hearing Dervish's thoughts on the ship.

Cerris rumbles ominously, the sound, while very feral, comes through a broadcast relay system giving it both a monstrous and mechanised feel to it. He hoped this wasn't really what was going down, that would mean the boat was likely rigged to be scuttled and that would deprive them of valuable salvage. Gesturing to his people, they fan out whilst he moves toward the estimated point of first contact, intent on being the vangaurd or greeting force as required.

As the ship gets close to shore, a large figure emerges from below deck, followed by another. They look like large people, skin gleaming in the light. Armor? Hard to say from the distance, but they are noticably larger than the crowd of smaller people around them. The boat suddenly does a hard turn, and the two armored individuals are thrown clear, others included. Rather than splashing into the water, the dull sound of rockets are heard as they begin to jet across the water, finishing the approach with the other men being pulled in behind. If it wasn't hostile, it would be an impressive skiing demonstration.

Dervish says, "Shit," and gives a light chuckle as he ignites the primer on his flamethrower wrist-mount, "I haven't gotten to kill anything that well equipped since Iraq."

Aleph draws his sword and unsilngs his SMG, dropping into a crouch. Not to hide, but to at least be a little more unnoticeable since going toe to toe with the what look like heavily armored ones would be supremely stupid. Maybe he can surprise one of the unarmored ones.

Naru takes a deep breath and draws her Pistol with her left hand and carries her crowbar in the other. she mutters something to herself her left hand going from a slight shake to being steady. She watches the figures "that's not good" she says watching the boat turn, then looks to the two flying people.

Easier to miss in the collected group, a smaller, six-armed figure wrapped in mildly obscuring robes and veils is amongst the defenders. Seeing the rapid approach, the multi-armed fem-figure lifts her arms, poised as if ready, and there comes the soft murmur of chanting from her... She... might be a little loopy amonst those here. However, Zhen seems ready, in any case.

Dervish lazily turns his head, and then his upper body, to the new arrival while he locks a clip into his Steyr. "Another Zephyr punk? Either the Company underestimated the threat, or you Corporate nuts really were pissing your pants over this boat."

Cerris shook his head slowly as his heads up display showing him the entire scene in perfect clarity. A small alert windows itself with a copy of Dervish's words for later investigation. For now though he listens to the dull whine of his suit's projection systems warming up, hypersonic blades starting to hum on a rising pitch toward their vibrant death wail.

"Looks like whoever these guys are, they aren't here for an ice cream social...Lock and load."

As an after thought he pulls out a small orb and drops it on the ground, a little distracting surprise...he hoped.

The soldiers hit the beach, guns already firing. The battle is underway without hesitation as both sides clash intensely. It seems the soldier's weapons are quite well made, and their discipline is considerable as they attack in formation, using the armored soldiers as shields to fire from behind in relative safety.

Smoke becomes thick in the air as the soldiers deploy grenades to obscure the battlefield, trying to disorganize the mutant resistance even as one of their own collapses from their wounds.

The boat, almost forgotten in the midst of the raging conflict, zips away from the shore line, all too soon lost as the dot it began as, seemingly headed northwards.

Dervish roars as he empties a clip into one of the armor units, "The bastards are trying to redeploy!"

A smooth but very audible voice emits from the shrouded figure, "Don't let them get out of sight!"

One of the mechanized soldiers is forced back, going to a knee. There is a muffled thumping from inside, the other soldiers glancing that way for just a moment before refocusing on the task at hand. The suit gives a loud, but still muffled, fwoosh of a noise before it falls to pieces, nothing but scrap left behind, and no sign of the pilot to be seen.

Dervish pauses. "What the?..."

Naru softly churrs, "wher...where did he go"

With the enemy combatants whittled down to one powered suit, the pilot within grows desperate. The suit gives out a violent plume of sparkling something, and the suit begins to move with frightening speed and strength, gaining a second wind in a desperate bid for survival.

Staggering back, The suit collapses over backwards. That loud fwoosh is heard as it tumbles, and the suit hits the ground in a jumble, small bits of metal spreading across the sound with no hints of pilot or even circuitry left behind. The beach becomes still and relatively peaceful, the invaders neutralized.

* across the sand

Dervish kicks a piece of scrap and watches it tumble away into the damp sand. "That boat's still running around," he notes.

Pointing northwards, Zhen barks out, "Did anyone follow after that retreating boat?" Even as she moves towards the metal pieces for closer examination.

The metal, at a glance and casual inspection, appears to be steel, cut far too finely to be the work of anything but nanite manufacture. Who taught the Chinese how to work with nanites?

"i don't think so" Naru says to Zhen Putting her crowbar away

Cerris would spit on the ground if he could, but for now, after a cursory examining of the remains of the power armor, the super soldier moves for the coastline, if need be he would swim after the ship in an aquatic form, but he had to figure they weren't planning to go far...right? Either way...it was time to act.

"Col. Voss, in pursuit."

Dervish slings his assault gun and mumbles into his radio set's mouthpiece.

Plucking up some of the more carry-able pieces for later inspection, the six-armed figure swivels, "Is anyone in need of immediate medical attention? I'm a doctor. If not, we best be heading after that boat. Who knows if they have another bevy of bullies bound for our boundaries?"

"Maybe we could folow the direction it went if anyone saw it" Naru suggest searching one of the dead soldiers.

The soldiers don't look very dead. Well, mostly dead? Breathing has basically stopped, sure, but that's as dead as the average Zephyr agent looks after a rough day. None are bleeding out from their many open wounds.

Aleph peers at the piles of dead and scrap. Occasonally poking at one to see if any have some life still in them "I don't think their screwing around... Something tells me that one of them could give us information."

Dervish steps up to one of the soldiers, and kicks them over onto their back. "I think," he grunts as he leans over to pick the invader up, "I'll be taking this little piggy... back to Woodfield with me."

Rolling several pairs of shoulders, Zhen HE couples her digits together and cracks them in succession, "Time to patch one of these fellows up for interrogation..."